The girl standing before me was small, delicate—almost breakable.
Yet she carried the aura of someone carved from steel, someone who would not bend, not shatter, not yield… no matter what tried to crush her.
And with that gun clenched in her hand, I couldn't deny it—
a swarm of butterflies burst to life in my chest, flickering against my heart as I watched her stance: fierce, unwavering, shoulders squared in defiance.
Defending me.
Protecting me.
Like a mother animal shielding her young with teeth bared and claws drawn.
It was a strange feeling.
A beautiful one.
And—
a dangerously addictive one.
I liked it far too much.
But no matter how many times I tried, I still couldn't understand the depth of emotion this girl carried for me. I didn't know her origins, didn't know her story, didn't know where such intense, overwhelming devotion could come from.
How could anyone love this deeply—this fiercely—someone they barely knew?
No…
